Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 160 – Sisters

“What,” I say, my mouth hanging open as I stare between these two women – both incredibly important people in my life, but people I thought lived in completely separate worlds. “How the hell –“

“Come in,” Emma says, getting to her feet. “Let’s close the door,” she murmurs, peering outside to see if anyone has seen them.

Ian and I obligingly coming into the room, Delia closing the door after us.

“Hi Delia! Hi Auntie!” Ian says, smiling at them. “I didn’t know you two knew each other.”

“Yes,” I say, starting to get over my shock and feeling a little angry. “Would anyone like to explain this amazing coincidence?”

Delia sits down on the other bed and pats the comforter. “Come sit down, both of you,” she says, giving me an apologetic smile. “We have a lot to catch you up on.”

I do sit down next to Delia, angling myself so that I can look between her and my sister. Ian goes over to Emma, his hands wrapped around the straps of his backpack. “Can I sit with you?” he asks, beaming up at her.

“Of course,” she says, smiling at him. “Make yourself comfortable, baby.”

He does as he’s told, climbing up onto her bed and unzipping his backpack to take out some toy trucks. I watch him, knowing that he’ll pretend to play but that really he’ll be listening the whole time. I don’t begrudge him the knowledge, though – after all, he’s my co-conspirator now.

Seeing that my son is comfortable, I turn to stare at Delia – my best friend, whom I shared all of my secrets with in graduate school –

“How do you two know each other?” I ask, directing the question to her. In some ways, she has become closer to me than my sister in the past few years – closer than my own flesh and blood.

Delia shrugs and then says, quite simply, “I’ve known Emma since we were twelve. We went to tennis camp together every summer.”

“What?!” My face must be ashen with shock.

I don’t know what I had expected – maybe that they’d met each other in the past few months or years? Maybe connected through knowledge of me, or of Victor’s scandal –

But never, in a million years, would I have expected to hear that Delia’s relationship with Emma predated our own.

was the only part of our lives when we were really separate. It was nice

them, still shocked.

what I had done was unforgivable. Even

her, listening. I had been so careful, worked so hard to be untraceable. But Emma –

year later. With those little boys, working so hard

that that was my dream job. Emma got back in touch with

at her. “And report back to her, everything

back to Emma, seeking confirmation. On the bed, Ian slowly moves his trucks back and

know you were okay, and I never told a soul

hired to keep an eye on you, and yes, I took the money and sent the reports – but Evelyn -” She shakes her head, holding my eye contact, willing me to

murmur, unhappy about this turn of events. It felt, in so many ways, like even my best friendship was

I needed on today, of all

Emma says, beginning to wring her hands. “I wasn’t really surprised when you and Delia clicked – a little jealous, of course.” She pauses for a moment. “I would have given…anything. To be out of my house. Living that life with the two of you, pursuing your goals, working for something. With those two little boys.”

end of the deal, even if my life had had its trials. And here was Emma,

did anything,” I say, looking between them. “Just…kept

peace of mind. No one ever knew, and I never interfered. Even when I wanted to send money, Delia wouldn’t let me. She said you were going to make it on your own.” Her eyes shine with a little pride,

and then I give in. “Okay,” I say, looking both of them in the face for a minute. “I’m not happy about it,” I give them each a little glare, “but I think…I understand. If I had had the opportunity, I probably would

Evelyn,” Delia says, giving my hand a little squeeze. “For believing us. It was a

say to both of them seriously, crossing my arms over my chest. “For

fervently. “Anything, Evelyn,” she

a little slyly, and pull my feet up on the bed, getting comfortable. “Good!” I say, grinning at them. “I’m cashing in now, then. You have to take me and

what are you two doing here?” Delia says, frowning at me. She accepts without my complaint the idea

my face a little bit. “It’s kind of a long story,” I say, grimacing. Then, I glance pointedly at Ian,

of story that we’re going to need some wine for!” Delia says, jumping up and grabbing

to Delia, and she skips out of the